1 year 47 minutes
The all of God
contained within the 47 minutes of the never ending contented Mass,
Wherein the story of
a life or two wert told with the sombre pleas and benediction of the never
ending foretold lass.
The ever vacant mirth
of the doleful supplication shattered in the pious coloured glass,
Whereupon the tales
of their ever-failing obsecration doth the vibrant seams of endless worriment
amass.
The all of a wink
contained within the 47 minutes of the never ending year of hope,
Wherein the story of
a life or two wert told with the giddy heart and overfilled soul of the never
ending retold dope.
The sparkling depths
of despair rest contentedly in the bosom of the soul’s vacant scope,
Whereupon the tales
of its ever-softening velvet noose strings tightly like the ever withering
anapaestic trope.
The all of us
contained within the 47 minutes of single heart beat’s song,
Wherein the story of
a life or two wert told with the discombobulated apperception of the souls of
two as one.
The loss of time and
life within the era of the seconds sacrificed up to the fun,
Whereupon the hearts’
were rent upon the soul’s misshapen briars wrought from the devil’s burning
prong
The all of nothing
contained within the 47 minutes of the never ending year of doom,
Wherein the story of
a life or two wert told with the giggles and raucous laughter of the never
ending untold gloom.
The shadows of its
sunlight bit by the sweetest melancholy of the hearts delighted tomb,
Whereupon the tales
of their withered and decrepit happiness grow like the ever festering springtime
bloom.
Warrior Princess
